In her young life there had not been many whom presented themselves truly as genuine. The desert city had focused on appearances - not on truth. A lie was so much more beautiful to them. Venom latched behind most words spoken in plotted selfish gain. Qeren never was good at the games that the people she'd been raised around played. Her mother never seemed to care to take part. She worked hard, honestly earned her way through her life. Her dams only fault seemed to have been falling in love with a stallion far to high above her station. And for him falling for her.

There still seemed to be a hint of guard left. No fully relaxed frame, tension still corded through her tired muscles. Yet that was ebbing the more she found herself in Tiamats company. The blue mare was a stranger. She knew little of her. Yet something about her just.. It felt honest. For as jaded as Qeren thought herself something in her felt like it was coming to peace and ease around Tiamat.

Standing near the other, the vixens miss matched orbs took in the inspiring view. Yes even her lips had pulled a hint of a smile. The aches and pains had not subsided as of yet. Though even such inconveniences could not dampen the exquisite view. Perhaps the apparent positive energy that seemed to exude from the blue was catching. Maybe it was the embers of hope being fanned as she looked at what could very come to be a place she called home in honesty.

Ears incline towards the other mare as she spoke. Five years. For Tiamat to be such as she was after five years in this place... Could it be so bad? She'd had the better part of her young life in the sands. And it had crafted her into what she was. She was a survivor. Perhaps more of a pessimist at times... Who questioned peoples intentions... Tiamat must have found something special here to be fashioned into the kind creature she seemed.

"You must really have love for the land to remain so long," A hint of curiosity entered her vocals as she continued with another question, well, it was nearly a question, "And those in it must not be at least completely repulsive for you to speak so passionately about it being home?" she made a face as she spoke of those from her home, "Where I was born - many would demand blood for an imagined slight."

Hot springs.... Qeren could not claim to have ever been to any herself. Aside from hearing of them... And the fact the water at home tended to be bath warm from the scorch of the sun. "You know what, that sounds lovely. I have to confess I have never actually been to actual hot springs... I've heard they are rather relaxing." There was another pause, hesitation for a breath, "thank you once again. Kindness isn't something I've commonly come across"

NOTE || merpaderp

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